4770 Perished



For a moment, the air fell into a state of dead silence.

Jian Wushuang quickly understood why Zheng Ying looked so surprised. It was because he had transformed into an ordinary guard, which was completely different from his previous appearance.

That was why Zheng Ying did not recognize him as Jian Wushuang from the great voyage.

However, the time and place of their next meeting was a little strange.

Why would this woman, who had disappeared quietly after the battle in the Whirling Heaven, suddenly appear in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture? Moreover, it seemed that she was here to kill Prince Mo.

Could she be the messenger of one of the Princes under Zhen Wuyang?

Jian Wushuang was a little uncertain. He opened his mouth slightly, but nothing came out. Then, he turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a great danger behind him, causing him to turn his head.

Then, a True Sword wrapped in Yan power almost brushed past his neck and stabbed forward, bringing up a trace of blood.

If Jian Wushuang had not dodged in time, the sword would have been enough to cause serious damage to Jian Wushuang!

After barely avoiding the danger, he turned to look at Zheng Ying, his eyes as dark as water.

Zheng Ying's beautiful face was as cold as ice. She held the sword in her right hand and without saying a word, she slashed at Jian Wushuang again with Yan power.

"Are you sick?" Jian Wushuang's index and middle fingers caught the blade that was heading straight for his face. He suppressed his anger and said to Zheng Ying, "Do you really think I'm a pushover?"

Zheng Ying's body froze again, and doubt appeared in her cold eyes. She could hear something familiar in the words of this young guard.

However, in the next moment, an even colder killing intent burst out. From Zheng Ying's back, hundreds of boundless Yan power suddenly appeared and all of them suppressed Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was furious. He suddenly struck his palm forward and clashed with Yan power.

A wave of mighty explosions surged out from under the Fusang Tree.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang pointed out his finger again, which turned into several water dragons and trapped Zheng Ying.

He did not want to kill Zheng Ying. After all, she was one of the few people he had met when he first came to the Great Yan Domain, so his only goal was to trap her.

However, the more it was like this, the more intense Zheng Ying's resistance became. Her strength, which was stronger than that of an ordinary Yan Immortal, gave Jian Wushuang a headache.

"What do you want? Don't go overboard, Zheng Ying!" Jian Wushuang looked at the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ying, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke. "Wow did you know my name?"

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang fell silent. He realized that he could not reveal any information about himself.

In the end, he pushed forward, forcing Zheng Ying away.

"Don't care who I am. I'll give you a piece of advice. It's best if you don't kill Prince Mo."

After saying that, Jian Wushuang obviously did not want to waste any more time and turned to leave.

Looking at that familiar back, Zheng Ying did not chase after him. Instead, she turned around to look at Prince Mo, who was lying under the Fusang Tree, barely breathing.

After several fights and escapees, Prince Mo had already gotten over it. There was only unwillingness left in his eyes.

Under the battle between Di Qing and Grand Yan Immortal, the entire small Celestial Prefecture and even the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture was on the verge of collapse.

The old roots of the Fusang Tree had already broken, and broken stones were falling down.

Zheng Ying walked forward and faced the setting sun. Without any hesitation, she cut off Prince Mo's head.

Then, she stretched out her palm and released a vast amount of Yan power, easily crushing his Immortal Source.

He was the Fifth Prince under Zhen Wuyang, Prince Mo.

Under the Fusang Tree.

The Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture, which was supported by Prince Mo's fate energy, began to collapse. All the Great Dao and fate energy were in chaos.

Heaven and earth were in grief. This was a reaction to the death of an Emperor.

Zheng Ying, the one who brought about the termination, looked at the lifeless head in her hand and waved her hand to take the last bit of fate energy that belonged to Prince Mo.

In the end, the head turned into a handful of fine powder and fell under the Fusang Tree.

The son of the Emperor passed away, and the Great Dao of heaven and earth trembled.

At this moment, all the Yan Immortals and Grand Yan Immortals who were fighting in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture had noticed this.

Jian Wushuang turned around and took one last look at the figure standing under the Fusang Tree with a complicated expression. Then, he left quickly.

Once Prince Mo died, all the Yan Immortals and Grand Yan Immortals present would be thoroughly investigated by the Heavenly Court.

If they left any clues, it would be a disaster!

Jian Wushuang did not forget that other than Zhen Wuyang, who had the Emperor's fate energy, there were still 99 Grand Yan Immortals in the entire Heavenly Court.

Any one of them had the absolute strength to fight Di Qing alone.

Therefore, escaping was the best choice.

Chen Qing and Chun Qiu, who were fighting with all their might, felt their bodies relax. The mysterious five swordsmen stopped their attacks and shouted at the sky in unison, "Prince Mo is dead! Retreat!"

Hearing this, the two Grand Yan Immortals with divine blood spots on their bodies immediately gave up their confrontation with Di Qing and prepared to escape.

"You want to run? All of you, stay!" Di Qing shouted angrily. He shook his arms and grabbed them.

The two Grand Yan Immortals hurriedly circulated Yan power's great force to resist. At the same time, they said in a deep voice, "Prince Mo is dead, and the Heavenly Court will definitely investigate. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave later even if you want to!"

Di Qing smiled and said, "We have plenty of time. It's not too late for me to leave after I kill you all!"

"Brainless idiot." Unable to escape, the two Grand Yan Immortals were also anxious. The longer they stayed at this place, the less likely it was for them to escape.

However, Di Qing did not let them leave, and they started fighting again.

"Chun Qiu, Chen Qing, let's go!" With a deep roar, Jian Wushuang moved like lightning and broke through the five swordsmen's blockade with great momentum to help the two.

Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded their heads and the three of them quickly fled.

"Brother Jian, is Prince Mo really dead?" Cheng Qing could not help but ask while they were fleeing.

He still could not believe that the Fifth Prince of Zhen Wuyang had died so easily.

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "The fate energy has already dissipated. There's no possibility of survival."

Cheng Qing nodded. His eyes were filled with either joy or worry. "Damn it. The fight was so rushed that I even forgot to pour a hot pee on the heavenly hall."

"..."

"Don't think too much, let's escape from this place first."

The Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture was extremely vast, but as the Prince's fate energy dissipated, the Great Dao became chaotic, and the entire Celestial Prefecture was irreversibly shattered.

Jian Wushuang wanted to escape from the Celestial Prefecture with all his might and hide his aura as much as possible before the people from the Heavenly Court arrived.

The current chaotic situation was exactly what he wanted. As long as he left the Celestial Prefecture, even the Emperor would not be able to detect that he had been here.